From all the united cantons of the Volscians, Auf. O, my Volusius! thou, who art a soldier, Lies in the mind, the never-yielding purpose; This happy Roman, this proud Marcius, haunts me. me With many a bitter thought; and injur'd honour, Enter an OFFICER. Ha! why this haste? You look alarm'd. One of exalted port, his visage hid, Has plac'd himself beneath the statue of Auf. Did you not ask him who, and what, he was? F Offi. My lord, I could not speak; I felt appall'd, As if the presence of some god had struck me. Auf. Come, dastard, let me find this man of terrors. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Hall, in which stands a Statue of Mars. CORIOLANUS discovered, as described above. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS. Auf. Illustrious stranger,-for thy high demeanour Bespeaks thee such,-who art thou? what is thy name? Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done The cruelty and envy of the people, Whoop'd me out of Rome. Now, this extremity Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight, And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it, As benefits to thee; for I will fight |